Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.